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Obi-Wan kept running through the cave, trusting the Force to guide him. Until finally the Force yelled at him to stop and he did. He swung around, body sweating from exertion and the Heat that was only just beginning, and squinted at the dark. He huffed when he couldn’t make anything out.
He pulled out his lightsaber and raised it. The soft blue glow lit the small cave and he groaned.
The Force had led him to a dead end. There was nowhere else for him to go.
An amused chuckle had him tensing and he swung the saber towards the entrance.
Jango Fett. The Mand’alor. An Alpha.
Obi-Wan huffed and he switched into a defensive position. Perhaps the Force had taken him this way so as to limit the number of Mandalorians he had to fight at once. The path to the cavern twisted and turned and made it hard to navigate.
Jango reached up and took off his helmet, baring his face— his unfairly handsome face.
Obi-Wan scowled at how attractive Jango was. He had only ever seen holos of the man in armor before, nothing showing his features. Perhaps it was a good thing that Jango kept his face covered.
A moment later a heavenly scent hit him and Obi-Wan staggered a few steps back, blinking under the assault. It was like warm sunlight on a cool day, refreshingly hot. He tightened his grip on his saber.
“Hello, Jet’ika,” Jango said, voice deep and sonorous.
Obi-Wan bit at his bottom lip. He had never had a voice turn him on before. He was getting wet simply from those two words.
He huffed in frustration.
It was his first Heat and he was acting like some starved omega. He was a Senior Jedi Padawan. He could handle himself.
He grit his teeth and glared sharply at Jango, hoping his scent didn’t give away his arousal.
Jango patted the entrance to the cavern and glanced around the room, looking oddly satisfied.
“I explored these caves when I was a young verde. I know every single room in here.”
Obi-Wan’s brow arched in annoyance. He needed to leave. He was almost in Heat.
“I also know that you’re trapped. You have no way out,” Jango shot him a cocky grin.
A spark of lust flared in Obi-Wan’s belly. The man was not just unfairly handsome, he was stupidly devastatingly handsome. Just his smile had Obi-Wan’s insides twisting.
Obi-Wan huffed in barely concealed frustration.
“Well, you have one way out,” Jango said, Obi-Wan listened intently, he wouldn’t stop his enemy from making a mistake, “You have to get past me.”
Obi-Wan raised his saber, ready to fight his way out.
“We don’t have to fight,” Jango said.
“Unless you’re going to simply step aside, I don’t see how that’s possible,” Obi-Wan said, tightening his grip to resist snapping at Jango. He wasn’t so far gone yet that he had forgotten his training.
“No, I have an offer for you,” Jango said, leaning against the entrance, acting like he didn’t have a care in the galaxy.
“Yes?” Obi-Wan asked, swallowing back a rush of desire.
He needed to start meditating soon if he wanted to avoid going into Heat.
“If you can resist begging for my knot for 24 hours then I will let you walk out of here. No harm will come to you.”
Obi-Wan’s brow arched in disbelief.
“So I can either fight you to get out?”
“In which case you would have to kill me or injure me, and then my men would stop you.”
“Or I wait 24 hours and then you’ll let me walk free?” Obi-Wan asked.
“I will even have one of my men take you to wherever you want to go,” Jango said. He was still smirking which simultaneously unnerved Obi-Wan and turned him on. He blamed the second on his oncoming Heat.
Obi-Wan sighed and moved his lightsaber to his side, still keeping it a cautious distance from his body.
He could resist begging for Jango’s knot. Other Jedi Omegas had told him how they would meditate to keep their Heat at bay. He could do the same. That was what he had planned to do for his first Heat anyway. He didn’t need an alpha to help him through it.
“You’re not allowed to come any closer,” Obi-Wan said, glaring at Jango.
If the alpha approached him at all, Obi-Wan didn’t know if he could resist. Even across the cavern the alpha smelled enticing.
Jango held up his hands. “I will stay right where I am. You’re welcome to come closer any time you want. I’ll gladly knot you, Jet’ika,” he said with a grin.
Obi-Wan huffed and rolled his eyes. He planned on beating Jango. He simply had to resist the alpha for 24 hours, that wouldn’t be hard. He walked to the back of the chamber and sat down with his back against the wall.
It took longer than normal for him to fall into a meditative state. He blamed that on his oncoming Heat. Once he had found his center though, he was determined to remain there. He knew how to meditate for long stretches of time.
Maybe his Heat made it harder for him to stay in the deep meditative state but the sound of latches being undone pulled him out of his trance. He watched, bleary eyed, as Jango removed his armor and set everything to the side in a neat pile.
“Aren’t you worried I will attack?” Obi-Wan asked.
“You’re a Jedi. You have some honor, right?” Jango asked.
“Yes,” Obi-Wan said, closing his eyes and focusing on the Force once more.
It wasn’t long before he was dragged out of his trance. Sweat was beading on his forehead and it felt like his inner tunic was drenched. His Heat was setting in. He sighed and stripped out of his upper layers, leaving his pants on.
Jango was sitting across from him. He had a lamp out and his chest was bare.
Obi-Wan’s cheeks pinked when he realized he was staring. But even then it was hard to look away. Jango was certainly handsome with those broad shoulders and strong chest. He could probably hold Obi-Wan down as he fucked him.
His cheeks darkened further as his thoughts took a raunchy turn. He cut off the thoughts as best he could. He wasn’t interested in Jango’s knot. Jango was just an alpha.
He reminded himself that he needed to focus on the Force. If he meditated he could avoid going into Heat. He could go back to his mission once this situation was over.
His mouth got dry and he had no water on him, nothing to help him out. He frowned and tried to find relief in the Force but the more he sought it, the more it fought against him.
“Hey,” Jango said.
Obi-Wan startled and glared at him.
“Yes?” he snapped and then grimaced immediately after. He had been taught better. It was the Heat getting to him. “My apologies.”
Jango held up a bottle of water and a ration bar.
Obi-Wan’s eyes narrowed. He couldn’t sense anything dangerous from the man. It was strange that he would offer him food. Of course it was also a typical alpha courtship gesture. But Jango wasn’t courting him. Jango was holding him hostage.
“On my honor, these are safe,” Jango said.
Obi-Wan sighed. He held out his hand and used the Force to bring them to him. Jango grinned as he watched the items float in the air and land at Obi-Wan’s feet.
“If you need anything else, let me know, cabur’ika,” Jango said.
The Mando’a endearment for Omega had Obi-Wan’s cheeks pinking. He shook his head. The alpha was just trying to get him to like him and to beg for his knot. Obi-Wan had no intention of doing either. He had a mission to complete.
“Thank you,” Obi-Wan said, defaulting to politeness.
He tore into the ration bar and drank the water, groaning as it quenched his thirst. He hadn’t even realized how thirsty he was until that moment. He looked morosely at the empty bottle. He was still sweating heavily.
“Need more?” Jango asked, holding another water bottle.
Obi-Wan sighed and he pulled the bottle to him. Part of him rejoiced in how attentive Jango was and he squashed that thought. The man just wanted him to beg for his knot.
He drank the second bottle and then leaned back against the cavern wall, closing his eyes. He tried meditating again but it took longer than it usually did for him to join with the Force. The skin under his pants started itching, driving him crazy. He didn’t want to take them off, not around the alpha. Jango had been good but he was still an alpha.
Obi-Wan grit his teeth and he turned to his side, looking away from Jango. The alpha had his legs outstretched and one of his hands was in his lap. Obi-Wan’s eyes widened and he surreptitiously raised his head and glanced over, biting at his bottom lip.
He slumped when he saw the glow in the man’s lap. Jango was on his pad.
Of course, he shouldn’t be thinking about the alpha touching himself or even the alpha’s cock. Obi-Wan had no intention of begging for the man’s knot— no matter how stupidly attractive he was or how he was considerate and gave Obi-Wan food.
Obi-Wan closed his eyes, determined to try to meditate more. As long as he kept meditating, he would be fine. His Heat would pass.
The thunk of metal on rock had Obi-Wan jerking awake, unaware that he had even fallen asleep. He grabbed his lightsaber and whirled around, igniting the blade.
Jango was on one knee in the middle of the cave. He was holding a blanket and on top of it were two more water bottles and another ration bar.
“I thought you said you wouldn’t move any closer,” Obi-Wan snarled, body shaking.
“It’s a blanket and some food, Ob’ika. Nothing more,” Jango said, setting the stuff down and stepping back.
“You said you wouldn’t move,” Obi-Wan said, gritting his teeth. Kriff. He wanted to fight the man. He wanted to pin Jango down and — Obi-Wan cut that thought off. He had more control than that. “How long has it been?”
“Twelve hours,” Jango said, sitting back down next to the entrance.
Obi-Wan stood, body shaking, and he grabbed the items from the middle and brought them over. He devoured the ration bar and greedily gulped down the water. He wiped at the sweat on his forehead. He was burning up.
“I don’t suppose you can bring an ice bath,” he asked, grinning.
“Once we get out of here, I can take you to one,” Jango said, brow arched. “How are you feeling, cabur’ika? Warm?”
Obi-Wan threw one of the empty water bottles at the man and laughed when Jango ducked.
“I can help you,” Jango said, leaning forward.
“Thank you, but I don’t need a knot,” Obi-Wan said. He laid the blanket under himself and laid on his side, putting his back to Jango. The alpha had been honorable thus far.
He shuddered, taking a deep breath, trying to calm his thudding heart. He groaned. The blanket smelled just like Jango.
He didn’t have the strength to toss it. Besides, it made the rock underneath him more comfortable. He could handle himself. It was just the alpha’s scent.
Obi-Wan fisted the small blanket and he focused on trying to meditate. He managed to partly immerse himself in the Force. Not enough to ignore the alpha’s presence.
Kriff.
This was supposed to be easier.
The Omega Jedi Knights had said they could do this. He should be able to manage it too.
He started counting his breaths, forcing himself to go slow. It helped, somewhat. It didn’t stop his body from getting wet though.
When he felt slick between his legs he stiffened. He had heard that Heat slick was irresistible to alphas.
He glanced over his shoulder but Jango just looked bored, staring at his pad. Obi-Wan huffed.
This was unfair. Alphas weren’t supposed to be able to ignore an omega in Heat. Jango should be begging to knot him but he was acting like nothing was going on.
“How long?” Obi-Wan asked, voice rough.
“We’ve been here for fourteen hours. You have ten hours left.”
Obi-Wan sighed. He could do this. He had managed to exceed even his Master’s high expectations. He could wait ten hours. He didn’t need a knot.
Except how he was going to pass ten hours without meditating seemed impossible. The burning from his Heat was distracting him. He couldn’t achieve a peaceful meditation this way.
Obi-Wan closed his eyes and instead focused on sleeping. If he could fall asleep hopefully a few hours would pass. He had been asleep earlier. It shouldn’t be too hard.
The cool air in the cave brushed over his skin and he shivered as he was feverish from the Heat.
Kriff.
His thoughts drifted to Jango. The alpha could help him. If he took the alpha’s knot this would all end.
Obi-Wan took a deep breath and resolved to hold on. He just had to make it twenty-four hours. He had less than ten hours left.
He began to count in his head, holding his breath before letting it out and then taking another long breath. Unwanted thoughts of knots flitted through his mind. He let them drift.
He could do this.
Focusing on one’s breath was one of the first things they were taught. It was an easy form of meditation.
He had no idea how many times he had been counting when opened his eyes again, mind groggy.
Sweat covered him. The blanket was soaked with it. His throat was dry. He was freezing even as he was burning up. He shivered, teeth clattering. Pain radiated through his body.
If he begged for Jango’s knot this would all be over. It was so tempting. He just had to ask, Jango would take care of him.
Obi-Wan groaned, a sharp pain lanced through him as he reached for the water bottle he had set aside. He sat up, and his body protested. It felt like every inch of him was aching. His hands shook as he opened the bottle.
The water was tepid but it felt cool as it splashed on his tongue, soothing him. He drank the whole bottle and tossed the empty one to the side. His head was heavy and he laid back down.
He was still thirsty though. He didn’t have another water bottle. But Jango had said that he could ask. He wasn’t asking for the man’s knot.
“Jango?” Obi-Wan groaned, eyes shut. He curled up, trying to focus his body heat.
“Yes, mesh’la?” the deep, pleasant voice asked.
A shiver of desire ran down Obi-Wan’s spine and his cheeks flushed. His lower body was soaking wet, Jango could just slide inside him. He’d fuck him hard, giving him his cock, and his knot would expand and lock them together.
Obi-Wan licked his lips. He wasn’t going to do that but it was a nice fantasy.
“Ob’ika?” Jango asked.
A hand fell on his shoulder and Obi-Wan shuddered at the warmth.
But that meant that Jango had broken his promise. Obi-Wan turned a heated glare onto Jango, channeling all of his frustration into his gaze.
“I thought you weren’t going to move,” Obi-Wan grumbled.
Jango rolled his eyes and Obi-Wan scowled at him.
His thick arms went under Obi-Wan’s body and he lifted him, cradling Obi-Wan against his chest. Obi-Wan shook at the change of position, mind taking a moment to register it.
“Put me down,” Obi-Wan protested, throat scratchy.
“No,” Jango said, walking back to the entrance.
He sat down and put his legs out in front of him. He leaned Obi-Wan against his bare chest and Obi-Wan would’ve blushed if he had the energy for it. Jango was so warm. He was an immediate relief against the cool air. Obi-Wan whimpered as he pressed closer, tucking his face against Jango’s neck.
“Not gonna beg,” he mumbled, lips brushing against Jango’s skin.
“You’ve lasted twenty-one hours, mesh’la. At this point, I don’t expect you to,” Jango said. There was a hint of pride in his tone, mixed with a little disappointment.
Obi-Wan smirked. He only had three hours left. He had slept for a while. No wonder he was so thirsty.
“Water?” he asked, reminding Jango why he had spoken up in the first place.
“One moment,” Jango said. He wrapped a dry blanket around Obi-Wan’s shoulders and Obi-Wan sighed. He knew he should be angry at Jango for breaking the rules but he smelled so good and he was so warm.
Obi-Wan closed his eyes and shivered as a wave of pain washed over him. Slick leaked between his legs. He felt something hard underneath him and he groaned. If anything, feeling Jango’s cock made the situation more challenging. Jango felt huge. He’d feel so good inside him.
“Open your mouth,” Jango whispered.
Obi-Wan blinked and Jango was holding a water bottle in front of him. It had a pale pink color.
Obi-Wan glared at him.
“I’m not an infant.”
“Then hold the bottle,” Jango said, brow raised.
Obi-Wan huffed and he reached up, arms aching. He bit back a groan. His hands shook slightly as he held the bottle up. The water had a light taste of muja berry and a chalky texture.
“What did you put in this?” he asked after one swallow, wiping his mouth off with the back of his hand.
Jango shook his head, lips quirking up, amusement colored the Force.
“An electrolyte mix, mesh’la. I’m making sure you stay alive.”
He was telling the truth. There was nothing but honesty in the Force.
“Why?” Obi-Wan asked, wondering many things: why had Jango cornered him and offered him a choice; why was he taking care of Obi-Wan; but ultimately, what did Jango want?
“Drink the water, Ob’ika,” Jango said, tapping at the bottle.
Obi-Wan moved it to the side and stared into Jango’s eyes.
“Answer the question, Jango,” Obi-Wan demanded.
“Drink the water and I will,” he said, gaze narrowing.
“How do I know this is an electrolyte mix and not something else?” Obi-Wan asked.
Jango took the bottle from him and swallowed some before handing it back to him. One brow raised in question.
Fine, Jango wasn’t trying to drug him. Obi-Wan tipped the bottle back and drank the rest of the water, closing his eyes in pleasure. It was the best tasting water he had ever had.
“I want you as my mate,” Jango stated.
Obi-Wan choked on the water and forced himself to swallow, not wasting any precious drop. Jango’s answer wasn’t entirely surprising, why else would he have trapped Obi-Wan in the cave. He hadn’t expected him to be quite so blunt about it.
“I’m not going to beg,” Obi-Wan said, refusing to say the words. Even thinking about Jango’s knot was making slick leak out of him. It didn’t help that he could feel Jango’s cock under him.
“I know,” Jango said, sounding smug.
Jango took the empty water bottle from him and Obi-Wan sighed and closed his eyes. He was itching to have something inside him. He slid his hand closer to his waistband, thinking to ease his Heat.
A hand wrapped around his wrist and yanked his hand away.
“Don’t,” Jango growled.
“Don’t like the thought of me touching myself?” Obi-Wan asked, head against Jango’s shoulders. Jango’s eyes were dark with lust. Obi-Wan chuckled. “Maybe I’m not the one who’s in danger of begging.”
Jango huffed and he took Obi-Wan’s other hand and held them.
“Touching yourself won’t help.”
“Won’t help me or it won’t help you?” Obi-Wan asked, grinding down on Jango’s cock. The hard press of Jango’s cock had Obi-Wan biting his bottom lip.
“Both,” Jango said, gritting his teeth. “It won’t give you any relief,” Jango swallowed, and Obi-Wan followed the movement of his throat. “And, it will make it harder for me.”
“Thought you wanted to fuck me?” Obi-Wan asked, licking his lips, thinking about Jango pounding into him.
“I want to mate you, Ob’ika,” Jango said, hold tightening on Obi-Wan’s wrists. “I want you completely but I will not take you until you want the same.”
“Not happening,” Obi-Wan said but the words came out weak.
Would it really be that bad to ask for Jango’s knot?
Kriff. He had three hours left.
They sat there in silence. The only sound in the cave was their heavy breathing. Obi-Wan tried to ignore the press of Jango’s hard cock underneath him. If Jango let go of his hands, Obi-Wan was ready to bend over and beg Jango to kriff him. He wanted that cock inside him.
Obi-Wan lost focus of the world around him. He had stopped shivering at least. With Jango behind him he was finally warm. His heartbeat and his breathing were the only markers of time’s slow passing. It was almost like he was meditating.
After a little while, Jango pressed a water bottle into his hands and Obi-Wan drank it down. He didn’t even question the pale powder Jango had put in it. The alpha seemed equally as determined to have him fairly.
Obi-Wan tucked his head against the alpha’s neck. His nose brushed over the alpha’s scent gland and the alpha tensed underneath him. He smelled so warm and inviting.
Obi-Wan put his hand on the alpha’s chest and he licked tentatively at the alpha’s gland. The heady scent had him groaning.
A hand combed through his hair and Obi-Wan stilled, waiting on the alpha to stop him. The alpha only brushed his fingers through Obi-Wan’s hair and tilted his head to the side.
Obi-Wan sighed and he nosed at the gland. His tiny Omegan fangs sliding out. It was so tempting to nip at the alpha’s gland.
Kriff.
He pulled back and ducked his head.
His body was weak. He was wet between his legs. He probably reeked of Heat. He wanted Jango to knot him.
“Good job,” Jango said in a soft voice, kissing the side of Obi-Wan’s head. “You did it.”
Obi-Wan shivered at the praise.
Maybe it was laying with Jango for who knew how long but at that moment, Obi-Wan couldn’t keep fighting. He needed him. He needed Jango inside him.
“Knot me,” Obi-Wan whispered, lips brushing against Jango’s scent gland.
Jango tensed and his hold on Obi-Wan’s wrists turned painful.
“Mesh’la?” he asked, voice breathless.
Obi-Wan grinded his ass against Jango’s cock. The thought of Jango’s cock pressing inside him had lust pooling inside him.
“Knot me please, alor,” Obi-Wan said, using the Mando’a word for Alpha.
“Cabur,” Jango groaned. “I will mate you. Breed you.”
A shiver ran through him at the last two words. He wanted to have kids.
Smug pleasure filled the Force and Obi-Wan shifted on Jango’s lap.
“Do you want me to breed you, Ob’ika?” Jango asked, voice husky and low. “Do you want me to fill you with pups?”
Obi-Wan leaned his head against Jango’s shoulder. “Please,” he groaned, dragging his ass over Jango’s cock.
Jango let his hands go and Obi-Wan twisted around and straddled Jango’s lap. He needed Jango inside him.
“Please, alor,” he said, nipping at Jango’s neck.
Broad hands grabbed his hips and grinded him down and Obi-Wan sucked at Jango’s neck to keep from screaming in pleasure. He needed him.
“Say it, Ob’ika,” Jango ordered, eyes glinting.
“Knot me,” Obi-Wan cried.
He came weakly, body shuddering.
Jango fumbled with Obi-Wan’s pants, quickly removing them. Jango shoved his pants to his knees, baring his angry red cock. Obi-Wan licked his lips at the sight of it. He looked huge.
He helped Obi-Wan sit up and with his hands on Obi-Wan’s hips, guided him onto his hard cock. Obi-Wan tipped his head back as the thick length filled him, touching him in places that he had never been touched before. He sank completely onto him. When he finally sat back down he couldn’t move. He was so full.
Jango rocked him and Obi-Wan’s mouth fell open in a loud cry, pleasure shooting through him. He grabbed Jango’s shoulders and held on for life as the alpha fucked him. He could barely think. He simply needed him.
“Gonna knot you, cabur’ika, fill you with pups,” Jango growled, nipping at Obi-Wan’s neck.
“Please,” Obi-Wan whispered, the word a mantra as all other thoughts fled his mind.
His orgasm came quick, leaving him boneless in Jango’s arms.
Jango flipped them over, laying Obi-Wan on the blanket. He began to pound into him with a hard, fast rhythm. Obi-Wan took it, mind blank. He scratched at Jango’s back.
Something tugged at his entrance. It felt like Jango’s cock was getting larger.
Obi-Wan’s eyes snapped open.
Jango’s knot.
He had barely realized what was happening when Jango’s teeth sunk into his gland, marking him. Obi-Wan cried out, mind blanking at the rush.
When he came to, Jango was above him, kissing his neck, cheek, and lips. Obi-Wan’s neck was sore. He felt like he was impossibly full, stretched as far as he could be stretched.
A flood of warmth had Obi-Wan shuddering. Jango grinned and he kissed Obi-Wan.
“Good cabur’ika,” he whispered.
Obi-Wan whimpered at the endearment. He had begged for Jango’s knot but he couldn’t find it in himself to regret the decision. Especially not as Jango was so affectionate with him.
“Gonna give you all the pups you want, cyare,” Jango said, eyes shining.
His fondness glowed in the Force and Obi-Wan basked in the warmth. He had made his choice.
Obi-Wan pressed Jango’s head to the side and he sunk his teeth into the alpha’s gland. Jango whimpered as Obi-Wan marked him as his mate.
Pride and hope swirled in the Force and Obi-Wan groaned under their heady weight.